Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 6) Read Free Page A

that he’d treat her real good in and out of bed? I have it bad for her. Fuck!
    “Here you go, Kylie.” A smiling Ricky placed a plastic glass of beer next to the one Jerry had brought. Taylor and Mary, smashed off their asses, laughed behind him.
    “Thanks.” Kylie’s lips curled into a flirty smile, which made Jerry’s insides boil. He leapt up, pulling her with him. “What the fuck?” she said as beer spilled over the table.
    “Let’s go dance. I’ll get you another one.”
    Before she could say anything, he was tugging her behind him, marching over to the area in front of the band. The music was not the hard rock beats he preferred—it was alternative music in the vein of Imagine Dragons—but he didn’t give a shit. As long as it placed Kylie in his arms, he’d dance to beating conga drums. Whirling her into his embrace, he moved to the music, loving the easy swing of her hips. His fingers inched down until they landed just under her rounded ass and he pulled her closer to him, chuckling when he saw her gaze widen as his hardness pressed against her.
    “Uh… I think this song is more for freestyle dancing instead of couple,” she said, pushing him back with her hands on his chest.
    “You don’t like dancing with me?” Jerry cupped her chin in his hand. “That’s too bad, because I’m enjoying dancing with you,” he said in a low voice, smiling at her discomfort. He liked the way she darted her eyes everywhere but on him and licked her lips repeatedly. He fucking loved that he was getting to her. Oh, yeah.
    “I do, but I think we should dance freestyle.” Her voice was breathless, and he bet if he placed his hand on her chest, he’d feel her heart pounding away.
    He squeezed her tightly, loving the feel of her. “Okay, whatever you want.” She pulled away quickly, her gaze still everywhere but on him.
    They danced apart for a few songs, and then she and her friends made several trips to the beer tent. Jerry chugged the red cups of beer she brought him, even though they tasted like piss. He couldn’t believe how everyone was guzzling it down like it was premium shit. He guessed that’s what they thought beer tasted like. After the third cup, he was done with it, and he watched in amusement as Kylie and her friends became even more smashed than they already were.
    After she almost fell for the fourth time, Jerry decided it was time to take her to her dorm. Pulling a protesting Kylie away from her friends, he wrapped his arm around her and headed back. Stumbling and stopping along the way provided many opportunities for his hand to skim across the side of her breast and brush against her ass, lighting a fire within him.
    Finally managing to find her key on the ring of over two dozen—why the hell she had so many, he couldn’t figure out—he opened her door and lay a giggling Kylie on her bed. “Babe, I can’t believe how drunk you are. I hope you don’t do this every weekend.”
    “No, just every night,” she slurred, bursting out in uncontrollable laughter.
    “Fuck, I hope you’re joking.” He took off her biker boots and tugged the sheet and comforter down from under her. Tucking her in still clothed—he didn’t trust himself to take off her jeans and tight knit top—he stared down at her, mesmerized by the way her hair spread around her head on the pillow, like a halo. Her breasts heaved gently, and he wanted to feel their softness in his hands. He was sporting a major hard-on, and he knew he could have her, but he didn’t want to take advantage in her drunkenness. It wasn’t that he was a gentleman—if it were any other girl, he’d already have his dick inside her, licking and sucking her tits—but this beautiful, vulnerable girl was Kylie. If and when he fucked her, he wanted it to be her decision as well as his. He wanted her to know every single dirty thing he’d be doing to her. Right then wasn’t the correct time.
    Jerry sighed and pushed up to leave when a gentle